Classic Poem

Oh call me not a faithless friend!
The charge I cannot bear,
When spoken by such lips as thine,
By one so sweetly fair.

Pray yield me but the chance to tell,
The time to give to thee
A reason, and it will dispel
The doubts ye now can see.

Blest is the man whose onward course
Is free from every ill,
Who also doth impartially
Love's golden censer fill.